Calm As before the stormAs before the lion chaseAs winds before a thunderstormIn the air a rat raceAs night as a nightmare embarksAs ocean and its sharksAs man's days of yore up to nowadaysAnd his disgrace and wars' blazeIn quote unquote history book-on the shelf untold cold letters spookAs racism, as hate in democracy hide… Continue reading Calm #poetry #poem #write #calm #metaphor
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Modern mermaid laden with coloursBrutish baroque detailsFatigue sullen soul. Socalled poetry of Biba
Fantasy #poetry #poem #write #dream #haiku
Fantasy Frial dream hangingMid earth and its starry skyShallow, hollow muse. Socalled poetry of Biba
Collapse #poetry #poem #write #Collapse #heart
Collapse Much heart much hurtsMuch love much foolsToo much of too muchHurts the fool overmuch. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Mood Angry thoughts stroke as a stormSpiral rainbands swirl aroundTheir prickish chill freezes the airI can't brea..the On the streets of the angry thoughtsAll anger within my heart overflowsAnd I, with rain in my eyes, float. Socalled poetry of Biba
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With grace, I handle my pain quite well Within my heart and in my chest I walk life with knives in the walk Of every fall I fall I stalk Fall and rise, rise and fall Roll up my sleeves Miserably stubbornly tread. So-called poetry of BibaNo title #poetry #poem #write #grace #life — So-called Poetry… Continue reading No title #poetry #poem #write #grace #life — So-called Poetry of Biba
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With grace, I handle my pain quite well Within my heart and in my chest I walk life with knives in the walk Of every fall I fall I stalk Fall and rise, rise and fall Roll up my sleeves Miserably stubbornly tread. So-called poetry of Biba
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My painting Lost Amid the chaos of the loss Where emptiness cannot avoid the voidWhere even the feeling of loss is lostWhere all sense of directions is lostFeelings transplanted by unknown windTo unknown knownWhere the known not anymore knownLost in sophisticated being. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Nihilism Winds are drowsyMan keeps staring at blankLess labor more time leftFree time free timeFills the hours with the blankHe's dangerously low on space. Socalled poetry of Biba
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Magic spell A mom always tells a sleep story to her kidWise and wit be she wants to teach himYet today too tired to plot or readShe holds him tightly in her breastSpells a whisper in his ear:"It's time that eyes go to sleepTo rest… to get wings… to travelTo dreamland… to paradise."She used her… Continue reading #poetry #write #poem #mother #magic #spell
So-called Poetry of Biba 
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